emotions radically expressed to fit the not-so-normal mind and feed its strive for the unreal, the unmoral and the not-so-politically correct.

Thursday, 14 January 2010

me, you and our space hole.

People are up and awakeSince early morning hoursThe sun will shine soonYet their voices and noisesHave preceded it, long agoEveryone has something to doSomewhere to goA bread to earnA duty to payAnd I sit here in my holeWith one idea lingering in my mindOne concept, one desireThat puts me in a mindsetI am not willing to let go ofA silly smile on my faceDreamy eyes and pensive stareAnd I no longer hearPeople’s voicesAnd their busy lives’ noisesI am here in my space holeAnd you are here with me too